Glen Ellen And I Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

We sat quietly at the coffee table
and turned on the television.
We watched intently Jane Goodall

speak to orangutans and chimpanzees
in a civilized manner.
Every so often I drink straight out

of the bottle. It has my name on it and
so does Glen Ellen.
I must report that our genealogical

forefathers' responses were primarily
in grunts and sign language suggestive
of Hey! Give me more frickin bananas.

That was some 40 years ago.
Our forefathers and mothers evolved
to the degree they wash their hands

before and after eating. Something I
usually do when not forgetting to do
even though I just went to pee.

So I eat and sometimes the extra salt
makes the food taste better. Must be
a deontological learning leftover.

~~~
Alex Nodopaka © April 2020